Life of a tree

I hear your words, your cries, your fears

My leaves slumber to the tune of your voice

Echoing a story so tranquil and clear

My leaves of green, orange, yellow

Freeze in the winter’s cold breath

Only warming from a touch of your words

My trunk’s past of youth

Ages into my future of my old age

The ancient stories marked on my leaves 

Flutter away into the limitless of green

Which you lie upon

Your stories about your day enlighten me

As for a tree, I am used to steps

The steps of ignorant people shuffle past me

The hole in my trunk fills

With the happiness I once wished 

Stuck in the ground, I lived in solitary

But now you speak for my soul

My unspoken words